You ask the turtle what he thinks about your current situation. You tell him about the baby bird. You explain in detail how you are clueless and in need of help.

He tells you, the sky.

You are confused.

He says, birds, just as rocks do, come from the sky. Perhaps you should fling the baby bird into the sky and let nature figure out the rest. It is of the natural order, the turtle claims.

He looks incredibly serious about this idea, as though he has always known it.

You are, again, confused.

You choose to…

• …hurl the baby bird into the air, leaving it to nature.
• …slowly walk away from the senile turtle.